Belonging has a way of sending us into a tail-spin that no other sense or effect on who we are has than anything I’ve been thinking about lately. I’ve often wondered about that. Why its bark is equal in all parts to its bite. Why, it [belonging] has

Survival is an interesting modus operandi. It’s odd really because at the heart of a situation is a softness that can somehow get lost in the translation. I often wonder what it is that enables us to survive situations and experiences. And I am constantly amazed at